It was rainy day, in Aug 2012. Gloom had descended on the entourage like a thick blanket. Pratap and Siddarth were distraught. Dev was only 38, too young to die. They cremated Dev in the electric crematorium in Bangalore and all went back to his mother's house in St. Marks road for the prayer meet.
Dev had died of a massive heart attack, right in the middle of a jog. The doctor had told him to start an exercise regimen, as he was putting on weight. It had been 3 weeks, and Dev had started jogging every morning. His wife Kamala and he had been divorced for many years. He lived alone, in his flat in Brunton Road.
Kaveri read out the obituary in the papers. It read "Dev Nanjappa - born March 6th 1974- died Aug 23rd 2012. Survived by a wife and daughter". Kaveri felt a sense of peace descend on her, a big chapter of her life was closed forever. She looked up and thanked God.
It was in 2000 when Pratap, Siddarth and Dev had a bet. The bet was simple, the plan even simpler. Get Kaveri to fall for one of them. In order to achieve this, one would behave like a jerk, and the other one would "rescue " her and give her a shoulder to cry on. So the plan took shape, Pratap would act like the jerk, and Dev the "rescuer".
Dev and Kaveri started seeing each other. Many months later, while they were all out for lunch, Kaveri had to leave early to meet a client. She left the restaurant, only to realise that she had left her cosmetic bag on the table. She went back to get it, and as she was approaching the table, she saw Siddarth and Pratap take out money and slap it on the table. As she moved closer to the table, she heard Dev imitating a woman's voice and say " Oh Devu, tell me you love me, because I love you", and all three burst out laughing. And Pratap said " Man you are the guru, who would have believed that Kaveri of all the people would have fallen for you."
Kaveri was devastated, she ran out of the room, sobbing and went straight to her childhood friend Ranjit. She sobbed and told him the whole story. Ranjt listened to her quietly. A little later over a hot cup of tea, Ranjit sagely told her to get a grip and not worry. Ranjit said " Karma is a funny thing, it will get even every time, what goes around comes around."
Years passed, Kaveri moved to Delhi, and started working in a newspaper. She proceeded to move into a new fashion magazine, slowly making her way up to the editor. Kaveri's success was fueled by a certain sense of anger and urgency. She wanted to succeed, she wanted to make a name for herself.
She was 36 now, married to a very nice understanding man. Kaveri picked up the phone and called her husband of 5 years "Hi darling, what are you doing for the rest of the day?"
Never play God, he will always send Karma around to remind you that he exists.
Dev had died of a massive heart attack, right in the middle of a jog. The doctor had told him to start an exercise regimen, as he was putting on weight. It had been 3 weeks, and Dev had started jogging every morning. His wife Kamala and he had been divorced for many years. He lived alone, in his flat in Brunton Road.
Kaveri read out the obituary in the papers. It read "Dev Nanjappa - born March 6th 1974- died Aug 23rd 2012. Survived by a wife and daughter". Kaveri felt a sense of peace descend on her, a big chapter of her life was closed forever. She looked up and thanked God.
It was in 2000 when Pratap, Siddarth and Dev had a bet. The bet was simple, the plan even simpler. Get Kaveri to fall for one of them. In order to achieve this, one would behave like a jerk, and the other one would "rescue " her and give her a shoulder to cry on. So the plan took shape, Pratap would act like the jerk, and Dev the "rescuer".
Dev and Kaveri started seeing each other. Many months later, while they were all out for lunch, Kaveri had to leave early to meet a client. She left the restaurant, only to realise that she had left her cosmetic bag on the table. She went back to get it, and as she was approaching the table, she saw Siddarth and Pratap take out money and slap it on the table. As she moved closer to the table, she heard Dev imitating a woman's voice and say " Oh Devu, tell me you love me, because I love you", and all three burst out laughing. And Pratap said " Man you are the guru, who would have believed that Kaveri of all the people would have fallen for you."
Kaveri was devastated, she ran out of the room, sobbing and went straight to her childhood friend Ranjit. She sobbed and told him the whole story. Ranjt listened to her quietly. A little later over a hot cup of tea, Ranjit sagely told her to get a grip and not worry. Ranjit said " Karma is a funny thing, it will get even every time, what goes around comes around."
Years passed, Kaveri moved to Delhi, and started working in a newspaper. She proceeded to move into a new fashion magazine, slowly making her way up to the editor. Kaveri's success was fueled by a certain sense of anger and urgency. She wanted to succeed, she wanted to make a name for herself.
She was 36 now, married to a very nice understanding man. Kaveri picked up the phone and called her husband of 5 years "Hi darling, what are you doing for the rest of the day?"
Never play God, he will always send Karma around to remind you that he exists.
